Enjoy.
Going in.
The night had been
long.
Very long.
Now, the time had
finally come to move in.
The warehouse was
dark for the largest part except the office on the mezzanine.
People had come
and gone all night long but their main target hadn’t shown himself until a
short while ago. At that time, the warehouse had been filled with armed men and
the risk of barging in had been too high. Now all the guns had left, or at
least most of them, and the area had quieted down.
The teams were
ready, standing by, waiting for the go.
He checked one
last time.
The thermoscan
clearly indicated there were only two hostiles on the ground floor and three
more upstairs in the office.
The entry points
were clear and the teams had been set up effectively. With only five hostiles
to deal with, there wasn’t much that could go wrong. But still, there was
enough that could go wrong, like with every bust.
“All teams call
in.”
“Team alpha, ready
and holding.”
“Team beta, ready
and holding.”
“Team delta, ready
and holding.”
“All teams ready,
we are good to go. Move in.”
He moved ahead,
leading the four man team to the entry point he had chosen.
It was the closest
to the office and they would be the ones who would have to apprehend the main
man.
The other teams
would deal with the muscle on the ground floor and sweep the area.
Four teams seemed
excessive, but they didn’t know it would come down to this, they had been
expecting more hostiles to be on site the moment they moved in. He wasn’t going
to tell one of them to stand down though, that would be a waste of resources.
And if anything
went wrong, it would be held against him.
They reached the
entry point and the agent set the charges.
“All teams, status
report.”
“Team alpha,
charges set and holding.
“Team beta,
charges set and holding.”
“Team delta,
setting charges.”
“All teams, hold
your positions.”
“Team delta,
charges set.”
“All teams, on my
mark.”
“Three … two … one
… mark.”
All four charges
set off at the exact same time, blowing doors off their hinges and wall panels
out of their places.
The men stormed
the building from all sides while gunfire erupted almost instantly.
He was sure nobody
knew what they were shooting at right now, they were just shooting to impress.
“Hostile down.”
came a voice over the earpiece.
More gunfire erupted
as he led his team up the stairs to the office.
One man appeared
in the door but he was gunned down before he had a chance to raise his weapon
on them.
“Hostile down.”
This was going
like clockwork.
He reached the top
of the stairs and spotted his target.
The man knew he
had no way out but he was determined to sell his hide dearly.
The only other
person in the room was a woman.
She looked shocked
and scared senseless, abandoned by the man who took care of himself now.
“Hostile down.”
another voice came over his earpiece, “All clear.”
“Becket, you have
nowhere to go.” he called, flattening himself against the wall next to the
window.
“Give it up.”
“Fuck you.” Becket
called back, emphasizing his words with a bullet slamming into the window
frame.
“Don’t make us
shoot you.” he called again, going low and moving under the window with one man
behind him, the others held their position at the top of the stairs.
He looked inside
and saw the woman now huddled in the far corner, her arms clasped around her
head.
He didn’t know if
he heard her scream or not.
It meant she was
out of immediate danger and he decided to bust through the door.
If Becket was
thinking about resisting arrest longer, he might be persuaded by the two of
them.
He signaled to the
man on his tail who nodded his confirmation, the grip on his assault rifle
tightening somewhat.
He took a step
back and kicked the door inward, sending it crashing against the wall.
Becket wasn’t
intent on giving up though and he stepped into view, bringing his gun up.
“Drop it!” he
called.
Becket leveled the
gun and he saw the man’s finger tightening on the trigger.
His reactions were
faster, squeezing the trigger on his own gun in a reflex.
Becket was hit
high in the chest and flung back, his gun thrown off target.
A second bullet
threw him all the way down.
This time, he did
hear the woman scream.
Becket crashed to
the floor and he moved in, kicked the gun out of the man’s hand and quickly got
handcuffs on him before calling for a medic.
A loud whistle
sounded suddenly and all the lights came on.
The agent beside
him helped Becket to his feet and unlocked the handcuffs.
“I’d say that’s a
winner.” Becket said, holding out his hand.
He took it and
shook it, feeling the immense power the man possessed.
“I’m looking
forward to working with you.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Please, don’t sir
me, it gives me the creeps, it’s Jack.”
“Thank you Jack.”
“Welcome aboard.”
Jack said, giving the young man’s hand one last squeeze before letting go.
“Let’s clean up
and go home.”
They left the
warehouse, the final step in the recruiting procedures for CTU.
Jack knew the
young man had potential and he was glad he proved him right all along.
He went to his car
and retrieved a shiny leather pouch from his glove compartment, turned and tossed
it to him.
“Like I said,
welcome aboard, agent Almeida.”
“Thanks.” Tony
replied, a big grin on his face now that he finally had his badge in hand.
It stayed there
for a while.
He had just made
it onto one of the toughest teams out there.
Jack Bauer’s
team.
The End.
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